FORKY: What's going on? Where am I? Why is it like that?
How high is that? Who's that? Why do you think?
What's happening to you? Could that be better?
Why are you talking to me? Who are you?
(ANNOUNCER READING)
I don't know!
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
(CLEARS THROAT)
Hey, hey! Forky here. Another question.
What is a pet?
(GASPS) Are you a pet? Are you a pet? I bet you are.
Uh... No. I am twice-decorated officer of the law, Rib Tickles.
My partner, Giggle McDimples, and I
run the Pet Patrol division of Minneapolis station.
Aw! You are so cute!
Come on. Come on. Jump into my arms.
Oh, my gosh! Did you talk?
Son, I'd work on those reaction times if I were you.
But you are a pet though, right?
I am a toy. Real animals are pets.
Oh!
So, uh, real dogs... Real... (INHALES DEEPLY)
Oh, I get it. I get it.
Oh! (INHALES)
Well, can you tell me anything about pets?
I would rather not.
Oh, that's interesting.
Come on. Dish. Tell me, tell me, tell me.
(GROANS)
You know Dragon, the cat in the antique store?
-Uh-huh. -(SIGHS)
RIB TICKLES: He, uh...
Swallowed me.
Ugh! Yuck!
I was one week away from retirement.
My partner, Giggle McDimples, thought I was gone forever.
But I returned.
What is it like to get swallowed?
Horrible!
(DRAGON MEOWS)
RIB TICKLES: First, I got ground against sharp teeth
while being cradled in a slimy yet sandpaper-like tongue.
No. I'm putting the brakes on. Stop right there.
I can't hear this. But keep going!
Then, I was slowly digested through the gastrointestinal tract.
Nothing but gurgling and horrible half-eaten chunks all around me.
Salmon, bird-like parts and spoiled milk.
Nope! Nope. Gross.
-Okay. I hit my limit. -Okay.
If you stop, I will kill you!
RIB TICKLES: After eight days, I got stuck in the beast's colon.
I thought all was lost.
FORKY: (GASPS) You did?
RIB TICKLES: And then, I saw a great light.
The outside world.
FORKY: Go for the light! Were you relieved?
RIB TICKLES: In a manner of speaking.
(CLEARS THROAT) Actually, at the end, I fell gracefully into a mound of sand.
Rather pleasant, I must say.
Oh, like a sandbox. So fun!
Mmm. Yeah. Fun.
All right. Wow, that was a lot.
But now I know about pets.
Thank you, Officer Rib Tickles.
Thank you, Forky.
Now I know about misinformed, yet delightful living utensils.
-(DRAGON MEOWING) -(FORKY GASPS)
You wanna do it again?
-Oh. Why not? -(LAUGHS EXCITEDLY)
Here, kitty, kitty, kitty!
RIB TICKLES: I'm gonna regret this.
(DRAGON MEOWS ANGRILY)
-I was right. I regret this. -(DRAGON MEOWS)